Eloy, "Verbal Nec...
|He carries a big heart and has a deep soul and his reach can touch the Stars with his words. he does not exist for the benefit of his self.|
Her perfect beauty
Into a room full of people,
Who ooooed and awwwed,
At something spectacular,
That she couldn't see.
The room was mesmerized,
But still, they all paused to greet her,
As she stared around the room,
Trying to see what had them all aglow.
Throughout the evening, she was entertained,
For not one moment was she alone,
But in the moment of her departure she stood before a mirror,
Where, in it, pictured a background of starry eyed people staring toward it too,
She stepped back,
In an epiphany, the mirror, the ornate mirror was the Wonder of the night,
As she stepped away,
The room in its entirety bid her goodnight,
The child asked,
Why can't I fly like the birds?
I would like to fall asleep in the soft clouds,
And float on the wind,
Why must I be grounded like a rock?
The father said,
One day son, you will fly like the birds,
And sleep upon the fluffy clouds,
And float on the wind!
How, dad, if I don't have wings?
The father said today is the day!
Son, look out the window,
And see for yourself.
So did the son look out the window and realised he was floating on the wind,
And flying like the birds,
And surrounded by the clouds,
Inside of a plane.
The father said, see all things are possible, if you believe.
The son smiled and snuggled up under the father's coat.
The father asked, what are you d...
Touch the heart of a stranger,
Share love through words,
Remain silent, lend an ear,
Be the difference,
Be somebody's reason to live,
And when you fall,
You shall never hit the ground,
As all those who felt your kindness,
Will always be there,
When your needs are as theirs once we're,
Love always, and always be loved!
Just keep moving forward,
The repeating phrase that runs in my brain, as if a broken record skipping repeatedly,
Approximately every 16 bars,
The hook chimes in,
A soft whisper, and don't look back,
And don't look back,
There's nothing back there for you,
There's nothing back there for you,
Then, 16 more bars,
Just keep moving forward,
And then there's the irony,
I am standing straight up against, nose pressed into, a solid wall,
Build with bricks of many types,
Some formed by my fears,
Some by my doubts,
Some by my weaknesses,
Many formed by my failures,
And they are all painted the same,
In a solid coat of freshly mixed,
Color of, I have no vision for my future,
THE BIGGER PICTURE
I sit and I wonder,
Thoughts as diverse as the universe,
The false truths,
And the true falses,
Of the simple things, such as,
How did the sandwich get its name,
And complicated things, such as,
If God is not of this Earth, and the word alien is defined as not of this Earth, than is it not true that God is alien,
But more so, I wonder why the people of Earth can't live in peace,
Why the world seems to be disintegrating before our eyes,
And why, we watch it happen knowing that there is no refuge once we give Earth its final blow,
I wish my tarnished existence was good enough,
I would give up all that I love,
If only my loss would bles...
His steps were thunder in her ears,
His voice, music,
His touch, warmth,
His eyes, her future,
Their union, eternal!
The sun has taken the day and practically turned the Earth into pure fire. The heat radiating from the ground is as sweltering as the sun that was pounding on me during the day. The sweat is still rolling off my forehead and bluring my vision with it's salty burn. I'll never make it alive if I can't see clearly. The darkness is barely lit with only fragments of moonlight as it is. Choice time is upon me now.
Should I rinse my eyes and face with the last of my water and risk dehydration. No! No! I have to save the water. At this point it's up to blurred vision, keen hearing, and instinct to pull me through. I regret not signing up for military service now. I w...
Her mind, alluring,
Her smile, entranceable,
Her physicality, visually miraculous,
The sound of her voice, Angelic,
Her skin, cool silk, and warm caramel,
Her hair, flows in waves of soft chocolate,
Her eyes, a brilliant bright green Hugh as if precious gems in the sun,
Her eyes, speak silent secrets,
Messages that only he can read,
The perfect man,
With a heart, as soft as clouds, but the strength, of a demigod,
With a touch, as gentle as cotton,
With a voice, that could tame the jungle,
With eyes, that reach deep into the soul,
With the patience, that has no end,
Because her fragile, is precious,
And only he can handle her,
Can love her in the way,
In the way that can heal the bro...
My mind is vast,
It holds knowledge both, within and beyond my reach,
As if space itself, navigation is trial and error,
I never get to where I'm going,
Where I am, I am bewildered by how I have arrived,
Like a mouse in a trap,
Or a lion in the zoo,
I was, then,
I was, whatever this is,
The flip side of my universe,
An alternate dimension,
I am alive, but,
Wait, am I alive,
Is this the next life,
Karma, cashing in on my questionable deeds,
Free will, revoked,
Chains, invisibly bound inside my own mind,
Forced to feel only the negative emotions,
And everything being nonsense, being the only thing that makes sense,
If only I could have been banished to eternity to dwell in my own heart,
Anything can be broken,
Anything broken can become unbroken,
can mend a broken heart!
The room is empty,
The walls are silent,
Motion is absent,
It feels like a house again,
No longer alive,
Not a home!
It was so simple,
The old man stood slouched against the rail, with a look of defeat on his face,
His saddened eyes lured me in,
Soon I was standing beside him,
He glanced but, remained silent,
I ask to join him,
I stood in silence for a while, then,
As he began to speak,
He smiled, he cried, he laughed,
As we stood there, half the day,
As we departed from the bridge,
He thanked me, he hugged me,
His look was refreshed and lively,
His eyes bright, his smile renewed,
And the only words I shared, in all that time, were,
"May I please stand here with you for a while"?
It was so simple,
To save a life!
I miss you when I'm gone
Thoughts of you fill the empty spaces between my thoughts throughout the day
I think about the simplest of things,
I think about the way I felt the first time I saw your smile,
And every smile there after,
I think about that funny little feeling I get in the pit of my stomach,
That tingling sensation,
That only you can trigger,
With each and every one of your smiles,
The happiness that you bring into my life,
And the way that you light me up when you smile,
Is a description that I struggle to put into words,
So, in the simplest terms, with the words that I know I can surely say,
I love you with all of my heart,
More than anything,
I miss you whe...
I opened the door for someone today and I honestly believe they never even saw me there.
His heart paused
Her heart fluttered
Their eyes met
His breath slowed
Her stance weakened
Their hands touched
He asked; will you always be mine?
She answered, there's only one for me,
He smiled his last
Her heart broke
She followed him home....
On this Earth, the shared life,
Forevermore, they share eternity!
If I was the sun,
If only I were the sun,
There would be no darkened days,
My Ray's would not beam in a direct line,
They would juke like an NBA star,
They would wind like a river,
And weave like vines,
Around all that stand between myself and the fragile life that depends on my existence,
I would warm the coldest hearts,
Brighten the dullest days,
And keep every smile alive,
I would rest upon clouds as if a hammock, rather than hide behind them,
Every rain and snow would appear as if falling from rainbows,
I would give all of me to all of this world,
I would shine for all who didn't shine enough,
I would be the sun of sun's,
To the world that,
Rustled, woke, slept, or slumbered,
Beneath my w...
Who are you,
You can invade my existence,
I don't know you,
Or....maybe I do..
The light and the dark,
The angel and the devil,
Wrestling for my soul from between my shoulders,
I think good I do bad,
I think bad, I do good,
My thoughts are my thoughts,
Your thoughts overide mine,
This is my vessel, my given name, and my mind,
God guides me, gives me purpose,
While you whisper faint evils,
To fog my thoughts,
My actions sometimes thwarted,
I'm left wandering, why, why would I do that,
I carry my guilt for your actions,
The depth of your wrong drowns my right into obscurity,
Leave my body, exit my mind, be expelled from my existence,
And be banished to hell,
In the name of J...
Are mixed words,
Painted with every type of emotion,
Some words are poured,
And some are gently laid upon a soul,
The kinds words,
Those words of empathy,
The mean spirited words,
Words of love,
All from one voice,
A single mind,
As if a freezer could equally provide the cool and the warmth,
Or water could make you wet or dry,
My words are as a drug,
Too many or the wrong type can become a poison, but in proper form and subtle doses a medicine,
With my words, I am both a healer, and a harmer,
My kind heart and my passionate soul,
Mix up my vocals in a melting pot,
And pour my words into form,
And when dispersed into the ...
Relatively similar to yours,
Same fingers, same thumbs, same palms,
But not the same at all,
Our hands touch the world around us,
They imprint the time line of life,
Some impressions are as meeting a deer on a dark country road,
And some impressions are as a mosquito against the windshield on a stretch of highway,
And some imprint where they have never been,
A kind act here that mattered most over there,
A few words shared on a needful ear, that when reciprocated, changed lives never met,
A kind smile upon a tearful spirit in passing, that gave a broken sole a will to live,
Some hands are healing, some hurting, some never leave the pocket of their jeans,
My hands have left many impr...
I broken but I'm not,
Because I know where all of my pieces are,
There is just, no picture on the front of the box,
For that matter, there's no box at all,
I'm a whole puzzle, I'm pretty sure of that,
But there's so many pieces, and i don't know where they all fit,
I have hopes though,
I have hopes that the completed me, is a beautiful landscape that everyone wants to see,
or the tool everyone looks for in the toolbox that can fix anything,
To be truthful, I'd be satisfied if the completed me was just somebody's perfect cup of coffee on a cold winter morning,
I am broken, but I am not!
Where should our love go!
I have a wheelbarrow full of stone.
I cannot use the wheelbarrow, because the stone is valuable and I wish not to waste it.
I pushed the stone around the property once but never found a place worthy of my precious stone.
So I kept the stone in the wheelbarrow, unused, in the unusable wheelbarrow.
One day a heavy rain fell and washed out my driveway. It left in it's wake a large pothole right in the middle of my driveway. I couldn't get around it.
So, everyday I bounced painfully across it as slow as I could go. It was ailing to think about coming or going.
One day, soon after, I was picking up branches in the yard. There were many from the storms. I thought it wou...
Her Stolen Innocence
She sat quietly in the corner,
By herself, she played,
She walked as if on glass,
At the mention of her name,
She'd startle, as if stabbed by one of the shards,
The pained look on her face was irrevocably, burnt into memory,
Her smiles were Swift, and fleeting,
Her laughter, was as a sirens song,
Heard but never witnessed,
She observed her surroundings, with determination, prior to any motion,
As if, a minefield lay before her, and any step, would be her last,
Her eyes, held captive, untold secrets,
They we're written in her gaze, but undecipherably alien,
hieroglyphics, only she could read,
She was innocent,
Her innocence was...
You crush me,
Hulk smash me,
Liquify my solid mass,
You, condense my senses,
Suffocate my existence,
Minimize my maximizations,
You, magnify my shortcomings,
Mangle my accomplishments,
Demonize my presence among others,
You, stare at me as if your innocent,
As if you can do no wrong,
In your sickeningly, self proclaimed, righteousness,
And watch me as my hope, my dreams, and my future wither into dust,
You try to walk a mile, no, an inch, in my shoes,
I dare you,
I dare you, to experience this world as I live it,
You, would never leave the security of that mirror you exist within,
My own reflection, you,
Me, me, me,
Baby's first breath, new world,
A little boy, so precious,
The future is his,
He'd play and laugh,
He'd fall and cry,
He'd live and learn,
We'd watch him grow,
His smiles would shine,
His Witt would flourish,
His personality would form,
We'd watch him become a man,
But, not before the battle,
During the battle,
Cancer came in with sweeping blows,
And he'd dance like Mohamed Ali,
And hit back like George foreman,
He'd rise to the occasion,
And he'd grow, through the struggle,
He took it head on and won,
And whilst in the fight, came out a man,
We'd watch him adult on,
Attend class, and graduate,
Enter the field, and work,
Work hard like a man, and earn like a man,
Then be att...
As if driftwood afloat in an ocean,
I coasted with no true direction,
No reason to excel,
But, like an unlit stick of dynamite,
Only, there was no spark to generate ignition,
Yes, I have been close to the fire, but no fire burned within me,
So I drifted on life's waves of time,
Staring into the sky, watching the birds above fly,
But refusing to sink, just enough longing for life to stay alive,
But not to thrive,
Contentment, comfort, and simple existence,
A leaf of a trees branch,
A single bee of an entire hive,
One rain drop in a spring storm,
A single cloud in a clear blue sky,
I was, I just was, and that was enough,
And then there was her,
Her, the shore that...
I have a gentle touch,
But strong hands.
I am soft spoken,
But have a deep voice.
I am an anomaly,
I am like everyone else, but I am not,
Maybe I am, but literally.
What I mean is, if we were all apples,
And we all lived in a bowl,
Everyone around me would be an apple in a bowl,
I, however, would be a whole bowl of apples,
Your a Granny Smith, he's a golden delicious, she is a honey crisp, but, me,
I'm every apple, no single flavor or taste,
I am a rainbow, within me is every color,
My reflection is unclear, a blur, as if, even, the mirror can't single me out,
But other people, when they are in need, they see me, they see a single me,
They see exactly what they need,
They get exactly what the...
I long to be,
What do I long to be?
I am a circle, no, a square, or a triangle?
I am a peg, no, a nail, or a screw?
I am clay, yes, clay
I am formable, shapeable, maleable,
I can be anything!
What do I long to be?
I am poked,
I am prodded,
I am handled, by life
Life is creating me,
Life is the sculptor, the inventor, the Creator,
I will be what life molds me into,
But, I long to be, yes I long to be,
Something is calling me,
I can feel it scratching at the door of my insides to get free,
That's it, I long to be,
I long to be, complete, to know what or who, I am,
I long to no longer wonder what life will make of me,
Or who then life will have made me to be,
With each step the past gets farther behind me
Yet remains tethered
Some with the rope of my mind
Some with the rope of my heart
As days pass
My footsteps get heavier and heavier
The strain of the pull weighs me down
I am a Horder
I keep all my pains, my joys, my misery, and my memories
The white grip of my hands upon the ropes
Shows the world my mess
And the footprints in the cured concrete beneath my being
Is my permanent version of a ships wake upon the ocean
I am a prisoner
In a prison
Of which, I am, too, the warden
Where I long to be free, yet
Refuse to unlock the chains
I shall forever remain the same
Lest, someone sever for me
My relentless hands
From my weary arms!